DISCLAIMER: frankly, I own Harry potter as much as I own Taj Mahal or the Great Wall of China.
GOOD BOY BAD BOY
CHAPTER 1
'Make way everyone, seriously evil wizard coming through' my so called best friend James shouted down the hallway as the two of us walked out of class. The whole hallway burst out laughing and I could feel myself go red.
'James' I said, quietly, once, but he got the message.
So, I like dark arts. Like, big deal, right?
They are interesting and can be quiet useful if you know how to use them for the right thing.
But that doesn't mean I'm going to turn out to be "voldemort the second" or something like that.
'Come on Thomas, it was a joke" James said.
See, coincidence number two, my name just happens to be the same as voldemort's real name. Tom Riddle – Tom Dalton.
My parents were muggles so they had no idea that I might have magical blood in me or how much that stupid name would affect me when I join Hogwards.
Everyone here prefers to call me Thomas, god knows why, I mean, Voldemort's been dead for a hundred years.
'hey guys! Wait up!' Rose Weasley shouted from behind as she ran to catch up with us.
Okay, so voldemort's not been dead for a hundred years, just some twenty years or so, who cares about dates anyway?
I seriously don't see the point why Rose and James hang out with me.
They're both in Gryffindor.
Me?
I'm a Slytherein.
Like, coincidence number three.
The enmity between slytherein and Gryffindor died out ages ago, so its okay I guess.
'What's up Tommie? Why so quiet today?' Rose asked me.
Rose has this weird habit of calling me Tommie.
I mean, it was okay when we were like, ten, but when you are in your fifth year at Hogwards you got to be cool, right?
'It's nothing' I said with a shrug.
We all entered the great hall and sat down at the Ravenclaw table.
Nobody cares where everyone sits any longer.
'We've got tons of homework' James wailed.
Really, fifth year's a disaster.
'Study group today evening then?' Rose asked.
'NO! Quidditch practice' James said at once.
James has been on the Quidditch team ever since he was old enough to hold a broomstick.
Quidditch doesn't interest me in anyway.
So, even though he's my best friend, I don't understand his obsession with Quidditch.
See, coincidence number four, I don't think Voldemort was interested in Quidditch as well.
'Late Night study then?' I suggested.
'Cool with me' James said.
'See you at the library at eight then?' Rose asked as she got up go.
James nodded.
'Fine' I said.
Seriously, I don't care about homework but if it means staying up with friends till late. Why not?
To be continued…..
A/N: okay I know this sounds like a filler but it's my first fanfic ever.
Reviews would really be appreciated.
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